Moments Pressed to pleasure, when did hedonism get such a bad rap? There are shades to selfish, some less brutal than generosity. The taste of bittersweet chocolate on the tongue heat beneath the bed sheets in February. There’s the thrill … Continue reading →

I am wet. Wet through, as my mother would put it. Slicked down by the rain with tufts of hair poking up through my bicycle helmet like a forest of pine trees. I see it reflected in the glass at this coffee … Continue reading →

She had been knocked off her bike, stuck by a car, and rushed to emergency. I got to St. Mike’s Hospital just behind the ambulance. “Is she alive?” I screamed. And then I woke up. Telling dreams don’t work unless you’re … Continue reading →